Cathalina pulled her horse beside Betty’s, as they waited for the entire company to assemble, and asked her what she was going to do after she came back. “I’d like to take a row, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, I’d love to, but I can’t. I’m going off by myself and bone, as Donald says, for that Lit. quiz on Monday. There are some things I haven’t read at all! I’ll try not to think of you girls out rowing. I’m just going for this ride and that is all the outing I’ll dare take. I love the bridle path through the woods, don’t you? There are so many lovely places along the shore, too. Do you remember that wonderful picnic we had before the boys went away?”
“Oh, don’t I!”
“There they go. Pauline is a fine rider, isn’t she?”
“Yes, but Juliet is even better, and I think that you are the prettiest thing on horseback that I ever saw.”
“Thanks, but you are partial.”
“Not a bit of it. It is my artistic eye.”
“Shall we bring up the rear? Come on, Calico. This horse has Arabian blood in him. See his spots?”
“Is that why they call him that ridiculous name?”
“I suppose so, but they often call horses that. Let’s catch up with Pauline if we can. There come Lilian and Hilary, I guess they are going. They are dressed for it, at least. See, they are explaining why they are late.”